Ahoy fine people! So, I went to Davis. I am super proud of the Aggie students and faculty. At the protest, the kids were so cute and polite and respectful it was almost wrong. (Come on! Get MAD!) But there sure were a whole lot of us. Thousands upon thousands.
Would you like to see a whole bunch of me? If so, please come to the Outdoor Art Club in Mill Valley this Thursday at 1 PM to watch me shower the audience with history, romance, and my dazzling personality. If you would like to see a little less of me–like maybe have a little amuse-bouche of me rather than the full-on Elena platter–please come to the Babylon Salon Reading Series at the Cantina in San Francisco this Saturday at 7 PM. I will be part of a varied tasting menu of delicious authors.
This week, I have submitted to my ongoing obsession with this whole Titanic thing and written a short, hopefully polished piece about it. I also got feedback from my agent about the perfume nose story, so that one’s back on the table. Short stories are good: it’s kind of a relief to suck over the course of fifteen pages rather than suck over the course of three hundred. To stay fit, you have to vary your training in sucking: even if a suckage marathon is the goal, sometimes you have to do a suckage sprint to keep your prose muscles spry at sucking. Wow. I apologize for the last two sentences. But, clearly I am not ashamed enough of myself, because I did not delete them.